Without wanting to be a joy
For or against you have no choice
The choice of weapons is not you
Not your choice, it will be lethal
One hundred thousand volt electric chair
Who sends you toasting in the underworld
Let her be a sharp blade
Body and head cut in half
In sliding knot rope
Giving you no chance
In venomous .. intravenous
No luck to get out
In the skin of the condemned
Imagine this Stations of the Cross
On this death row
And who has the right to choose
To destroy your life, your head,
Your existence on this earth
We are all doomed
All of us from quidam to princes
From the first breath to the very last
It's up to him or her .. mother nature
They who gave it to us
to take it back from us
It's not for men
to decide to host it for us
"The death penalty is doomed to disappear in the world because it is a shame for humanity"
Robert Badinter
Garde des sceaux
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